tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post4515074563690914933..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: Raindrops keep falling on my headElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-61739666735792713092013-09-28T18:10:27.615-07:002013-09-28T18:10:27.615-07:00Thank you, Anonymous, for your comment, for your h...Thank you, Anonymous, for your comment, for your heartbreaking words, for your late husband's poetry. There are so many of us, alone. If you ever want to email, please do. Mine is elsophieATgmailDOTcomElizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-52893206837091597402013-09-27T15:05:56.156-07:002013-09-27T15:05:56.156-07:00I am a recent widow. My daughter is 23. For 22 y...I am a recent widow. My daughter is 23. For 22 years I had a partner in this. Last night was a bad night and I got scared.<br />Who do I turn to at 2AM now? This is a poem my husband wrote not so long ago.<br /><br />Evie Reborn<br /><br />Others because their daughters are not<br />Epileptic never monitor them in the tub<br />But always when our Evie’s in her bath<br />Or swims alone away from us <br />Suddenly I see your face <br />And you or I remind the other <br />To look in on our special child<br />Who could, we both know well but never say<br /> Convulse and drown. <br /><br />And so it was not long ago<br />You called to me from downstairs<br /> To check our daughter in the tub, <br />As you or I had done <br />So many times before.<br /><br />I ran upstairs. And there she lay<br />Face down, floating motionless, <br />Her soapy hair about her head.<br />And I did think of Ophelia.<br /><br />And in an instant was taken back<br />Eighteen years, to see myself<br />Standing in the doctor’s office<br />When she told us that Evie would never<br /> Be able to care for herself.<br />And I asked what “take care” was, <br />The room having filled with water, and made<br />A place where words were only sounds.<br /><br />Later that day I would hold you in my arms<br />And as we cried you said, <br />“Evie will never find someone for herself.”<br /><br />And then she jumped up in the tub—<br />A screaming Venus but more dear,<br />“Fooled you, Daddy,” she declared with glee.<br />And I said, “Yes you did. You frightened me,”<br />Pretending then to share in your delight<br />And in the hall I cried alone that night.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />OTHERS because you did not keep<br />That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;<br />Yet always when I look death in the face,<br />When I clamber to the heights of sleep,<br />Or when I grow excited with wine,<br />Suddenly I meet your face.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-69312023224814375842013-08-21T08:58:05.922-07:002013-08-21T08:58:05.922-07:00cool ... I want to see that bedcool ... I want to see that bedAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10818795902981871173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-78493385737789241162013-08-20T14:37:39.289-07:002013-08-20T14:37:39.289-07:00this is so very cool, would love to see itthis is so very cool, would love to see itL. Petershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09495560962339948104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-71875860469110862242013-08-20T04:07:40.685-07:002013-08-20T04:07:40.685-07:00thank you. loved the proverb and the photos. xothank you. loved the proverb and the photos. xoChristy Shakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00106761191160700997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-73768703025354372032013-08-19T19:58:29.658-07:002013-08-19T19:58:29.658-07:00The rain drops keep falling on your head could be ...The rain drops keep falling on your head could be the theme piece of art for Atlanta this summer. It's rained just about everyday.Kristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06413795611563683135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-86563954388988527252013-08-19T18:28:27.863-07:002013-08-19T18:28:27.863-07:00CULTURE! And fun, too. CULTURE! And fun, too. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-16901826839250820942013-08-19T17:40:25.775-07:002013-08-19T17:40:25.775-07:00That is so cool! Lola loves those kind of things, ...That is so cool! Lola loves those kind of things, so I'll have to look for it in our neck of the woods if it hasn't already been here.kariohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10150537989886423212noreply@blogger.com